But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door
Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes is it real or
Suicide i dont give a fuck it your life so you decide it do or die
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents
This is what i do, due to my lack of friends
And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread
I play the best of my game, it blasts through a tape cassette,
Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
This is the name of the game, i hate the way that it looks,
This is the pinnacle of rap
I know the world been waiting for that
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess
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